Her Side Of The Story Poem by Randy McClave

She cut me off from her life
She did that because she told others I gave her strife,
Also she said, that I hurt her and I treated her so very bad
That's why of course she told everyone why she was so sad.
She said she was so very sweet and so very innocent
She says that she's the greatest gift that God had ever sent,
And she said that she was so kind and so very true
Everyday to the world and me, she said she would say, "I love you".
I told others, of course according to her I was the bad guy
Though I don't swear or curse or cheat, so I don't understand why,
I also don't ever judge and I don't ever abuse
And I don't hate or argue and I never will falsely accuse.
But, then I guess you must understand the other person
It, wasn't me who was lying and stealing and always cursin',
But, it was me paying the bills and taking her to church
And I looked at her from my chair, and not ever from a perch.
I guess she'll play the game that she likes to play
But, for her I will still always solemnly pray,
The most correct interpretation of the dictum
She wants to always be the poor, sad, hurt and abused victim.
She then put out her very own newsletter
All about how I should of treated her much better,
The truth is my reputation and my joy she wanted to destroy
And of course, that was her side of the story.

Randy L. McClave